This morning I went to Mason's soccer game. He hasn't played on a soccer team since he was four, and at the time he and Hunter (both on the same team) just ran around picking flowers on the field. It was then I realized they had some growing up to do. So this Spring, after Mason expressed an interest, I signed him up.
It was so much fun to watch Mason play. "The boy that towers over all of the rest." It felt awesome when parents cheered his name after he made a long-distance kick.
It didn't matter when he tried to kick the ball, and somehow slipped and did a backwards tuck n' roll, then up again. (maybe gymnastics is helping more than I thought with his motor skills).
It didn't matter when he got kicked in the shins more than once (we don't have shin guards yet) because he just kept going.
It brought tears to my eyes when he stopped the ball with his foot mid-play to change directions and people whistled, clapped and cheered for him.
They don't know. Today he was one of them.